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Mar 2014
there are words to describe a planet, yeah
but the muscle behind the muscle is covered
in deep black grease.  When I say
"you" I don't mean anyone at all
and there is no "I" unless there
are three people in a group
staring at each other and the
thing in the middle shakes and wiggles
like a dying snake and they laugh
fraternerity giggles. the end is near,
the near is ending, I can see her now
or no the magnet is there and I
AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH to push it through.
the paint behind the paint,
the tension behind the tension
this is how I truly move you
only the ways that you can be moved.
Written by
Eric Moore
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